Want to...
Escape.
She couldn't go back with him.
Mo Hexuan wouldn't let her go.
But how could she escape?
She looked helplessly at the car door. For a moment, the impulse to jump out of the car surged in her mind!
Desperate thoughts roared through her brain, and without realizing it, she had already returned to Mo Hexuan's villa.
When the man got out of the car, she cautiously opened the car door, watching Mo Hexuan's figure disappear at the staircase before she slowly stepped inside.
"Miss Qin, are you okay? Your face doesn't look good. Are you feeling ill?"
The Butler walked over thoughtfully and asked.
Qin Youxue touched her face; her palm was icy cold. She bit her lip and shook her head, then walked over to the sofa, curling up her legs and leaning against the backrest.
She felt like a prisoner submitting to execution, just waiting for the steel blade hanging above her head to fall.
